Only three minutes later, the sound of galloping hooves could be heard from afar.
The firelight was too obvious in the dark forest, and the previous explosion reminded Sodelor and the others of the direction they were going. When they rushed into the area where Roddy and Francis were fighting, everyone immediately felt some pressure.
The mess caused by the fireball was naturally a strong visual impact to ordinary people. More than ten trees had fallen, and the fallen leaves on the ground had been blown away by the shockwave of the fireball explosion. Black smoke filled the air, and some dry branches were still burning. The surroundings were unusually quiet.
A white circular mark could be seen from afar. The effect of Frost Nova was very obvious in the forest. The white mist that rose due to the low temperature was like the cloud effect caused by dry ice on a stage. When Sodelor and the others arrived, they vaguely saw a figure in the white mist.
Sally had been charging at the front the entire time. Her eyes were wide open, and when she saw that indistinct silhouette in the thicket, her heart was already in her throat. Right now, she was about to urge her horse forward, but she was immediately stopped by Sodelor.
Although he knew that she was the daughter of his immediate superior, the Dukes Of Angmar, at this time, Sodelor's priority was Roddy's orders. He made a few tactical gestures, and four people behind him jumped off their horses and began to spread out. The short bows in their hands were already aimed at the figure in the distance.
However, they had only taken a few steps when a voice that left Sally scratching her head came from afar. "Ultraman!"
The scout walking in front immediately opened his mouth and replied, "Little monster!"
Then they put down their short bows and ran forward. Obviously, this was the "contact signal" that Roddy and they had already tacitly agreed on.
"It's okay. Roddy is over there."
Sodelor finally breathed a sigh of relief. After hearing this, Sally immediately jumped off her horse and ran over. But when she came not far from Roddy and saw Francis lying on the ground, unable to move, she unsurprisingly stopped.
"Sally …"
Francis' severed arm was still bleeding, but there were two strips of cloth wrapped around it to stop the bleeding. His right leg was dangling, and his handsome face was as pale as a piece of paper. When he saw Sally appear in front of him, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any extra sound for a long time.
Obviously, the Earl never thought that he would reunite with Sally in such a situation. He swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva. The strong desire to survive in his heart seemed to sink little by little with the arrival of Sally …
"Ah, Sally, I'm almost done with him — come and talk to him."
Roddy seemed to be introducing an old friend to Sally. "Look, he seems to have something to say to you. Well, Sodelor, let's take a few steps back —"
As he stepped back, he wanted to give the siblings some space, but as soon as he took a step, his words came to an abrupt halt … because Sally had already walked in front of him, stretched out her hand, and gently touched a small wound on the side of his neck …
It was a scratch caused by the splinters from the explosion of the fireball. The wound was so small that he didn't notice it at all.
"You're hurt."
Sally was a head shorter than Roddy, so when she spoke to Roddy, she raised her head slightly.
"Uh — it's nothing, just a small wound. Ha …" Roddy laughed dryly, but in his heart, he was wondering why Sally didn't settle the score with Francis directly, but instead cared about him first. He pointed to the guy on the ground who was gasping for breath and said, "That … he —"
Before "he" could finish, Roddy froze there.
Sally opened her arms and directly threw herself into his arms. Her seemingly thin arms somehow gained strength and strangled Roddy's mouth. Roddy was so stunned that he looked like a fish out of oxygen …
The scouts surrounding them all had different expressions, but they all looked into the distance. Sodelor's face twitched as he turned his head away, muttering to himself, "You've got guts."
As for Francis, no one seemed to care whether he was still lying here or not …
Smelling the familiar scent on Roddy, Sally felt that her heart that had been hanging for a long time was finally at ease. After the nervousness and anxiety, her heart seemed to be filled with some kind of emotion. Her beautiful oval face leaned over and stuck to Roddy's chest for a long time, as if she didn't want to leave.
But Roddy's thoughts at the moment were not "romantic" at all. The only thing he wanted to say was: Sally is so f * cking strong!
Although his EQ was low and he wasn't interested in women, fortunately, Roddy knew that he shouldn't push her away at this time. After thinking for a long time, he realized that his arms were like a hanger, so he hurriedly put them down and awkwardly patted Sally's back. He said in a low voice somewhat awkwardly, "Well, it's, it's okay … Don't be afraid."
He stammered out words that he didn't quite understand. In his memory, the male lead always said the same thing when he hugged and comforted the female lead. In fact, Roddy didn't know what Sally's current mental state was. He still wanted to say something, but he heard Sally, who had buried her head in his arms, suddenly burst into laughter.
"Silly …"
Her whisper was clear, but Roddy didn't know how to refute it at all. He just stood there in a daze. Fortunately, Sally didn't continue to stay in his arms. She let go of her hands and looked at Roddy shyly for a second, then turned to the side.
"Now that I think about it, I don't know how many times I have been saved by you." Sally looked at the traces of "Frost Nova" in the distance and said. Then she stretched out her hand and said coquettishly, "Lend it to me for a while."
"Ah?"
Roddy didn't understand. He looked at the direction where Sally stretched out her hand. It seemed to be the scimitar at his waist. He was stunned and pointed to the hilt and said, "This?"
"Yes, let me use it."
Sally raised her head. Her original emotions seemed to be suppressed at this moment. When she looked at Roddy, the corners of her mouth were still slightly raised, "Why … Don't you believe me?"
Roddy felt that her words were a bit strange, but he still handed the scimitar to her. The blade was wide and heavy. When Sally held it, it was obvious that it was falling down, but she still weighed it and then turned around.
The smile on her face was still there, but when she looked at Francis, the smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly turned cold.
Francis seemed to realize what it meant for her to hold the scimitar at this time. He opened his mouth and endured the severe pain all over his body, "Sally, listen to me! I … "
"Puff!"
When the sound of the scimitar cutting into the flesh sounded in the forest, the eyebrows of Roddy and others all jumped together.
Blood splashed almost two or three meters away.
Sally didn't know how to use the scimitar, but after holding the hilt with both hands, she "smashed" the blade on Francis' head with more force than before.
No one around stopped her … In other words, at this moment, even Roddy was not qualified to stop what Sally wanted to do.
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
"Crack!"
After dozens of slashes, Francis' body was like a pile of minced meat.
This kind of workload was really a bit "big" for Sally. When she stopped panting, the hilt in her hand had been soaked with sticky blood. Her face and body were splashed with blood, and the original pure white robe had been dyed red at this time.
"Phew —"
Hacking a person to death didn't mean that Sally could face such a corpse without changing her expression. She breathed heavily and handed the scimitar to Roddy. Then she staggered two steps and directly lay on the side to vomit. Roddy hurried to support her, but felt that the cold little hand tightly grasped his arm.
At the same time, Sally's soft voice traveled into his ears, "You said … that when I think of a way to deal with him, I'll come to you. Now, I've thought it through, and I've done it."
"I did it too …"
Her delicate body leaned on him. It was a little difficult for Sally to stand due to exhaustion, but the words she said made Roddy's heart feel indescribable …
He didn't understand … The reason why Sally could clench her teeth and chop Francis into minced meat with her own hands was that she didn't want to "embarrass" Roddy. Roddy only saw the seemingly ruthless and decisive side of Sally, but he didn't know that she didn't have much killing intent … The reason why she did it was actually to "repay".
Sally didn't want Roddy to bear the guilt of "murdering an aristocrat", so she chose to do it herself.
Of course, she also didn't know that Roddy, a time traveler, actually didn't have any feelings for aristocrats at all. Therefore, the two of them really had a feeling of "guessing each other wrong" at this time.
"Let's go, Roddy."
Suppressing the disgusting feeling, Sally dragged Roddy away like a willful child, while Sodelor and the rest of the scouts began to clean up the battlefield.
Looking at the "Earl" who was chopped into minced meat, they felt shocked, but at the same time, they couldn't help but think of a saying: there is never a pure aristocrat …
Walking far away, Roddy naturally didn't have the mood to think about these things. Although Sally said she was dragging him, she was actually still very weak. After a few steps, it became him holding Sally. After walking for dozens of meters, when Roddy was about to let her get on the prepared horse, Sally suddenly stopped and looked at her toes. She wanted to say something, but stopped on second thought, "Did I scare you?"
Roddy thought it was indeed a little bit, but he still touched the tip of his nose and replied, "It's okay. In fact, your thoughts and mine … how should I put it, should be relatively the same. Ahem, it's unnecessary to let this guy talk nonsense — that … ahem, it's also not like that — "
Halfway through his words, he found that Sally was looking at him with bright eyes.
"Fool."
"Huh?"
Roddy didn't know why he received such an evaluation. He scratched the back of his head. He originally wanted to ask something, but seeing her weak state, he seemed a little discouraged. In the end, he reached out and helped her pull the blood-stained robe. Just as he was about to say something like "hurry up and go back", he saw Sally suddenly stretch out her hand —
Puzzled, Roddy looked down and found that in Sally's hand was the voodoo die he had given her.
"'If you take it seriously, I will take it seriously.' That's the oath you made back then." Sally's eyelashes trembled slightly, trying hard to suppress the embarrassment in her heart. She softly said the words that she had wanted to say for a long time, "Then now … are you willing to be my … knight?"
For the noblewomen of this era, the meaning of "knight" was self-evident. And saying such words, it almost meant that she was unilaterally confessing.
Perhaps no matter which man stood in front of her at this moment, they would feel a rush of hot blood rushing to the top of their head. Then, they would definitely kneel down on one knee and loudly express "I am definitely willing" and so on and so forth …
But of all things, this guy standing in front of her … had a screw loose in his head.
"Heh … knight …"
Roddy's laughter made Sally, whose heart was beating non-stop, raise her head in confusion. Her oval face was already blushing, and she really couldn't think of what was so funny about it. But then, Roddy's answer immediately made her expression become interesting —
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